Market
-snatches it, popping it into her mouth-
Merci! What a nice night it is!
-ah that's not a dance-off Hannah-
-that's a fight circle-
-a scuzzy guy with a knife is making slices at a grayskinned horned girl wearing fishnets and punk boots-
Talk shit, get shanked, chortnik!
-someone's set up a boombox and that's where the music is coming from it seems like-
UN JOUR JE SERAI DE RETOUR PRÈS DE TOICentral Park - Near the Lake (Zwei)
-...-
"...Mistaken... We haven't met..."
-Although this does mean that Link most likely met one of the versions of his original template...-
"...Must have met Aichi Sendou..."
-...OK, sounds like he's spitting venom there.-
"...Name is Aichi Sendou Zwei..."
-...Oh, apparently he's Aichi Sendou Zwei... for whatever reason.-
-She buzzes in alarm, hovering over the proceeding fretfully-
What if there’s no better word than just not saying anything?... I... have no idea. But they're alive. Somehow. In some form.
What if there’s no better word than just not saying anything?It takes a moment for the memory to hit. Just less than a week ago, during the final preparations. Eires hoisting their stuff onto the trolley (still sitting there, untouched, in the corner of the apartment), fitting their sunglasses on Sandra's face before they checked, quickly, they said, for one last person. Even in the chaos of the moment their final line in conversation is crystal-clear.
"Five minutes, max. Promise. I'm right behind you."
[forum cryptid: it/it's]…?
…!!
(Tries to block her.)
H-hey he needs that...?! That's— that's his pain medicine and fluids, he's getting them because those fucking rats tried to chew him up.
...hhhheheheheehhhh...! ah— Gracia, believe me... I wanna... leave here too...
make it through this year if it kills you yet | 2001-2019

(sure)
Am I dying.
(deadpan)